Julius Lawrence Poet Narrative

The Lost Little Boy

There was a little boy that had a father who worked at a lawyer’s office.
He is always at work on time every day. However, one day he was very late for work and his boss called his home. The phone ring and a small voice answered with a whisper, saying; “Hello”. The boss asked; “Is your father home”? The little voice whisper; “Yes”. “May I speak with him.” The little voice whisper and answered; “No.”  Then he asked; “Is your mom home”? The small voice whisper; “Yes”.  “May I speak with her?” The small voice said; “No”, The boss asked; “Why not?” He said; “There is a police officer here.” “Than may I speak to him.” The little voice whisper saying; “No.” The boss asked; “Why not?”. The small voice said with a whisper. “There is a helicopter flying overhead.” The boss got a little worried and asked; “Who are they looking for.” The small voice answered with a whisper; “Me.”

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